A feeling of autumn

Autumn is down again in my yard and exchanges money with the birds and on the white sheet of fatigue, still painted the beads in the pupils. The colors are again dressed, in their clothes of leaves - the crowns and turn their dreams into silence unfinished layers of memories. Like a bird of my childhood in an instant he flew past the winter seed and breaks a piece of magic from the wings of the stopped time. Autumn is down again in my yard and wakes fatigue in birds ... and in a pot from the heavens, to its plant the night will collect ... the gold coin ...